Yes, I am alive! I know it's been forever since I've updated my blog, and I haven't been so great about keeping in contact with people. The guilt finally got to me, and I figure this is a much easier way of letting everyone know about my life than trying to track down everyone. Maybe one of these days you'll get a personalized email, or if you're really lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it), a phone call.
Rexburg has definitely seen its share of cold fronts, although we may not yet be done for the year. This last Tuesday I walked from my apartment to class in the Hinckley Building, a joyous half-hour walk, in -27 degrees, though according to weather.com, the wind made it feel like -36. The news stations were reporting that it hasn't been this cold since 1987. All the schools in the area were canceled--oh, but of course not BYU-Idaho. There is a group of students working on trying to make it so that when it gets to a certain temperature classes will be canceled, but I don't think anything will come of it.
If you haven't been in weather this cold, consider yourself lucky. I am grateful for layers and for the warm new coat I got for Christmas. Down is warmer than you'd think, though once you get down into the negatives, it doesn't matter what you wear--it's still just plain cold. Your fingers, toes, nose, ears, eyelashes--everything--feels as though it will fall off. Your hair freezes if it's close to your mouth. Your body groans, every inch in pain, and you're sure each step will be your last. No matter how many layers you wear, how long you bury yourself in the library, how many cups of hot chocolate you drink or bowls of soup you eat, you can't escape it. So far I have been able to dodge the frostbite demon, but I did have a few little scares a time or two.
For now, we have lots of snow, about two feet in the places where it hasn't been scraped or walked on, and the sun is out. Actually, we're lucky enough to be at 24 degrees right now! I'm tempted to put on some shorts! I almost didn't wear a coat to Scroll this morning. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. After it's been so cold, 24 degrees feels like summer.
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26 January 2008
My So-Called Life
Yes, I know the title is the same title as that '90s Clare Danes show, but it really does describe my life, or lack of life, right now.
To say that I have been busy this semester may be an understatement. I spend all of my time either at work in the Scroll office or doing homework. My classes have kept me busier than I ever anticipated. Late nights and early mornings, one meal of a bread bowl and soup a day in the McKay while I continue my endless reading, devouring stick after stick of gum, typing until my fingers hurt (just for the record, you'd think typing quickly would warm your fingers, but it doesn't), and bundling and unbundling three or more layers to walk 100 feet in the cold. This is a fairly accurate depiction of my life. Same thing day after day. Like I have said, my life is boring.
I have great roommates this semester: Melanie, Lizz, Tiffany, Marissa, and Brianne. I am the cynical "old maid" amid the jumpy, boy-crazy, over-excited "younguns." I let them do their thing, and they let me do mine. We get along very well. Although I'm still adjusting to all the questions like, "Where are you going?" "Who are you going with?" "What are you doing?" Last semester's roommates didn't care. The whole idea of roommates actually wanting to know where I'm going and who I'm going with is all new. I haven't had that since living in Colonial 501.
Although I don't do much with friends, I have spent a little time with Ashley, one of the Colonial 501 girls. I have also exchanged several text messages from Katy, my roommate from last semester, and I've seen her around campus a time or two. Of course, as many of you probably know, I've probably done more with my...older friends. Yes, the rumor is true. I saw Enchanted with two teachers and a spouse all over the age of 50 on my first Monday back in Rexburg. And strangely enough, it didn't feel strange in the least until I started telling my family about it and actually listening to the way it sounded. I thought, "Okay, maybe this a little weird." But that's okay. They still make good friends.
Of course in the few free minutes I get here and there, I check my family's blogs. I'm not the best at commenting, but I do read them as often as they are updated. I still refuse to join Facebook. It took me long enough to get a blog up, and even then I'm not very good at keeping up with it. Thanks for those who keep checking.
To say that I have been busy this semester may be an understatement. I spend all of my time either at work in the Scroll office or doing homework. My classes have kept me busier than I ever anticipated. Late nights and early mornings, one meal of a bread bowl and soup a day in the McKay while I continue my endless reading, devouring stick after stick of gum, typing until my fingers hurt (just for the record, you'd think typing quickly would warm your fingers, but it doesn't), and bundling and unbundling three or more layers to walk 100 feet in the cold. This is a fairly accurate depiction of my life. Same thing day after day. Like I have said, my life is boring.
I have great roommates this semester: Melanie, Lizz, Tiffany, Marissa, and Brianne. I am the cynical "old maid" amid the jumpy, boy-crazy, over-excited "younguns." I let them do their thing, and they let me do mine. We get along very well. Although I'm still adjusting to all the questions like, "Where are you going?" "Who are you going with?" "What are you doing?" Last semester's roommates didn't care. The whole idea of roommates actually wanting to know where I'm going and who I'm going with is all new. I haven't had that since living in Colonial 501.
Although I don't do much with friends, I have spent a little time with Ashley, one of the Colonial 501 girls. I have also exchanged several text messages from Katy, my roommate from last semester, and I've seen her around campus a time or two. Of course, as many of you probably know, I've probably done more with my...older friends. Yes, the rumor is true. I saw Enchanted with two teachers and a spouse all over the age of 50 on my first Monday back in Rexburg. And strangely enough, it didn't feel strange in the least until I started telling my family about it and actually listening to the way it sounded. I thought, "Okay, maybe this a little weird." But that's okay. They still make good friends.
Of course in the few free minutes I get here and there, I check my family's blogs. I'm not the best at commenting, but I do read them as often as they are updated. I still refuse to join Facebook. It took me long enough to get a blog up, and even then I'm not very good at keeping up with it. Thanks for those who keep checking.
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